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Ace, Charlaine Harris, critique de livres, Deadlocked, roman, Sookie Stackhouse, True Blood
« It was hot as the six shades of Hell even this late in the evening, and I’d had a busy day at work. The last thing I wanted to do was to sit in a crowded bar to watch my cousin get naked. But it was Ladies Only night at Hooligans, we’d planned this excursion for days, and the bar was full of hooting and hollering women determined to have a good time.
My very pregnant friend Tara sat to my right, and Holly, who worked at Sam Merlotte’s bar like me and Kennedy Keyes, sat on my left. Kennedy and Michele, my brother’s girlfriend sat on the other side of the table.
« The Sook-ee », Kennedy called, and grinned at me. Kennedy had been first runner-up to Miss Louisiana a few years ago, and despite her stint in prison she’d retained her spectacular looks and grooming, including teeth that could blind an oncoming bus.
« I’m glad you decided to come, Kennedy », I said. « Danny doesn’t mind? » She’d been waffling the very afternoon before. I’d been sure she’d stay at home.
« Hey, I want to see some cute guys, don’t you? » Kennedy said.
I glanced around at the other women. « Unless I missed a page, we all get to see guys naked, on a regular basis, » I said. Though I hadn’t been trying to be funny, my friends shrieked with laughter. They were just that giddy.
I’d only spoken the truth: I’d been dating Eric Northman for a while; Kennedy and Danny Prideaux had gotten pretty intense; Michele and Jason were practically living together; Tara was married and pregnant, for gosh sakes; and Holly was engaged with Hoyt Fortenberry, who barely stopped in at his own appartment any longer. »
J’ai déjà lu les 11 premiers tomes de cette saga. Alors, pourquoi ne pas continuer ?
La saga de Charlaine Harris constitue une pause bienvenue dans mes lectures. J’ai dévoré le 12ème tome (en anglais bien sûr) en quelques jours. C’est toujours avec plaisir que je retourne dans la petite ville de Bon Temps où Sookie côtoie vampires, loups-garous, fées… et humains. Beaucoup de suspens et d’humour font de cette lecture une sorte de petit plaisir coupable. Difficile de reposer le livre une fois commencé tant on a envie d’en connaître la fin.
The cluviel door was a rare and ancient fairy love gift. I guess it was the fae equivalent of a Fabergé Easter egg, but magical. My grandfather – not my human one, but my half-human, half-fairy grandfather, Fintan, Dermot’s twin – had given it to my grandmother Adele, who had hidden it away. She had never told me she had it, and I had only just discovered it during the attic clean-out. It had taken me longer to identify it and to learn more about its properties. Only the part-demon lawyer Desmond Cataliades knew I had it… though perharps my friend Amelia suspected, since I’d asked her to teach me about what it could do.
Up until now, I’d hidden it just like my grandmother had. You can’t go through life carrying a gun in your hand just in case someone wants to attack you, right? Though the cluviel dor was a love gift, not a weapon, its use might have results just as dramatic. Possession of the cluviel dor granted the possessor a wish. That wish had to be a personal one, to benefit the possessor or someone the possessor loved. But there were some awful scenarios I’d imagined: What if I wished an oncoming car wouldn’t hit me, and instead it hit another car killing a whole family? What if I wished that my gran were alive again, and instead of my living grandmother, her corpse appeared?
So I understood why Gran had hidden it away from casual discovery. I understood that it had frightened her with its potential, and maybe she hadn’t believed that a Christian should use magic to change her own history.
On the other hand, the cluviel dor could have saved Gran’s life if she’d had it at the moment she was attacked; but it had been in a secret drawer in an old desk up in the attic, and she had died. It was like paying for a Life Alert and then leaving it up in the kitchen cabinet out of reach. No one could take it, and it couldn’t be used for ill; but then again, it couldn’t be used for good, either.
If making one’s whish might lead to catastrophic results, it was almost as perilous to simply possess the cluviel dor. If anyone – any supernatural – learned I had this amazing object, I would be in even more danger than my normal allotment.
Deadlocked – Charlaine Harris – 2012 (Ace)
14 samedi Jan 2012
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Charlaine Harris, Dead until dark, Sookie Stackhouse, True Blood
« I’d been waiting for the vampire for years when he walked into the bar.
Ever since vampires came out of the coffin (as they laughingly put it) two years ago, I’d hoped one would come to Bon Temps. We had all the other minorities in our little town – why not the newest, the legally recognized undead? But rural northern Lousiana wasn’t too tempting to vampires apparently; on the other hand, New Orleans was a real center for them – the whole Anne Rice thing, right?
It’s not that long a drive from Bon Temps to New Orleans, and everyone who came into the bar said that if you threw a rock on a street corner you’d hit one. Though you better not.
But I was waiting for my own vampire.«
Depuis un peu plus d’un an, je lis – en anglais – la série des Sookie Stackhouse, aussi bien en vacances sur la plage, que dans le métro ou chez moi. J’en suis arrivée au 10ème tome (Dead in the family), et je ne m’en lasse pas.
Pas prise de tête pour deux sous, la lecture de cette série est rafraîchissante. Après la lecture de romans un peu déprimants, c’est parfait ! C’est une lecture drôle (très second degré) et sans prétention, où humains, vampires, loups-garous, et fées se côtoient. L’héroïne, américaine moyenne dotée du don de lire dans les pensées des gens, est attachante. Moi qui aime l’univers de la fantasy et des vampires, j’apprécie beaucoup cette série. Ce n’est certes pas un chef d’oeuvre, loin de là, mais la lecture de cette série donne le sourire et fait rire. Ce qui n’est déjà pas si mal !
Oh, Sookie, who is the man?
Uh-Oh. « Um, well, he’s not… »
« Not local? You dating one of those servicemen from Bossier City? »
« No, » I said hesitantly.
« Sam? I’ve seen him looking at you. »
« No. »
« Who, then? »
I was acting like I was ashamed. Straighten your spine, Sookie Stackhouse, I told myself sternly. Pay the piper.
« Bill, » I said, hoping against hope that she’d just say, « Oh, yeah. »
« Bill, » Arlene said blankly. I noticed Sam had drifted up and was listening. So was Charlsie Tooten. Even Lafayette stuck his head through the hatch.
« Bill, » I said, trying to sound firm. « You know, Bill. »
« Bill Auberjunois? »
« No. »
« Bill…? »
« Bill Compton, » Sam said flatly, just as I opened my mouth to say the same thing. « Vampire Bill. »
Arlene was flabbergasted, Charlsie Tooten immediately gave a little shriek, and Lafayette about dropped his bottom jaw.
« Honey, couldn’t you just date a regular human fella? » Arlene asked when she got her voice back.
Dead until dark – Charlaine Harris – 2001 (Ace Book)